An hour later.

With marks all over her body, Wendy wept as she lay on the bed in numbness.

On the side, the man’s face was filled with satisfaction as he lay naked next to her.

A girl from a wealthy family was not like any other girl who sold herself. Her skin was soft and supple, and her entire body smelled divine.

One taste was not enough to satisfy him.

Thinking of this, the man turned, sat up, and looked at her.

Wendy looked over with hatred in her eyes. Her face was covered with tears like she could swallow this man alive!

"Tsk, don't look at me like that. Since you can't be a noble lady anymore, you might as well make me happy."

The man said calmly, "You know, I am the only one who can help you now that you are abroad. If you do as I say, I promise you won’t go hungry!"

Wendy turned her face away in disdain. She clutched the quilt tightly, feebly trying to hide her body.

The more she wanted to hide, the more agitated the man felt. His rough hands reached into the quilt